Who is that highly favored man,
Who though he has married many a wife,
May still live single all his life?
A clergyman.
Can you tell me why a hypocrite’s eye
Can better descry than you or I,
On how many toes a pussy cat goes?
A man of deceit can best count-er-feit;
And so, I suppose, can best count her toes.
Without my first you’d look very strange,